Posts belonging to Category Random Thoughts
“I think the Discovery Channel should be on a different channel every day.” -Comic Craig Sharf
“Only God can make a tree.” (Alfred Joyce Kilmer)
That’s probably because it’s so hard to get the bark on. 🙂
Here’s the complete text of the poem:
“TREES” – by Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
I’ve tried, but when it comes to text-messaging, I’m all thumbs!
Why are global warming advocates more vocal in the summer when Arctic ice is melting and global cooling advocates more vocal in the winter when Arctic ice is forming?
Hey, I think I know the answer to this one!
To those of you in the Northern Hemisphere: Take heart, my winter weary friends. Spring is almost here. It’s true. I saw it on the calendar.
Mother to child: “Don’t play with your food, dear.”
Child: “I’m not playing with my food. I’m eating my toys.”
This one is for my nephew, Andrew, who is taking a statistics class in college this semester.
“Did you know that fifty-three percent of all statistics are made up on the spot?”
Mac versus PC: In which PC and Mac get theological in their debate:
PC: PCs are way better than Macs. Remember, it was an Apple that caused all the problems to begin with back in the Garden.
Mac: True, but that’s only because Eve would never have been tempted by a PC.
(I am actually a PC guy myself, but my brother should enjoy this.)
This little ditty popped into my head the other night while walking from the kitchen to the bedroom. I don’t know where it came from, so I can’t give it back. By the time I reached the bedroom it was finished, so I recited it for my wife. She liked it, so I posted it here.
“THE MAGIC DRESSER” (A Poem for Mother’s Day) – by Ray Fowler
I have a magic dresser; it has a magic drawer.
I take my clean clothes out of it and then go back for more.
I only take things out of it; I never put them in.
But every time I open it, my clothes are clean again.
I don’t know why this happens; I’m not sure how it works.
But if I forget my wife on Mother’s Day, I must really be a jerk!
My 13-year old showed me this the other night:
“The following statement is true / The preceding statement is false.”
(Don’t spend too much time on this one. It is really not that important.)